🦊 Планета Флерантор, осколки человечества 🦊

Medvedson crawled under the table. Under the table, he found an elf. He found it and was happy. It immediately made him feel better.
 
“I knew it,” grumbled the warrior. “Does the Chosen One know? Or are you doing things as usual? You just decide, and that’s it. And he sits there, reading books and dreaming, hoping you won't come back.”

This paternal role is not easy. I need a drink.